Veritas Lake Day 2009: last weekend’s focus and a heck of a good time to be had by all for sure. Friday night saw the Veritas leadership arrive at Garren and Jayne’s cabin in Lakeside for some much-needed fellowship and free-from-responsibility hang out time. Large amounts of food and drink, impromptu usage of an inner tube behind my roommate’s new (to him) boat, an unfinished game of Loaded Questions, and some good bedtime conversation rounded out the awesome night around 11:30PM.
My body clock has become somewhat of a nuisance lately, and the following morning was no exception. I was awakened from my oh so comfortable sofa-slumber at 5:55AM and dozed off and on until 7. Garren and Jayne’s two chickens tried (and partially succeeded) to wake us all up before they were quickly and quietly relocated outside. By 8:30 most of the crew were up and at ‘em. The Hartman’s are no slouches at hosting get-togethers, and the morning’s breakfast spread proved them excellent hosts indeed. After taking on a couple pounds each, we set about preparing for the lake day’s events. Vicki began painting signs for the would-be attendees arriving by car and foot while Garren, Eric, and I put up the Veritas sign and frequently rearranged the boats to prevent shoreline collisions. We managed to kill a battery attempting to start one of the boats and had to some quick swapping and charging to get things on track again.
The signage complete, it was now time to nail each of them up to the trees off of the Glacier Camp turnoff from Hwy 93. An unfortunate thing happened then. Eric and Alyson’s beloved Dodge Caliber, parked in the driveway, experienced a sudden disintegration of the rear windshield. This was not, in fact, caused by fairies or any otherworldly creature. As it happened, the signage (made from plywood, mind you) had been placed in such a way that a corner of the wood was protruding out of the trunk; when the trunk door was closed with some oomph, only the rear windshield made contact with the wood and therefore promptly exploded. A task force quickly mobilized to quell this uprising of glass and grief, and soon enough the Hartman’s driveway was once again a haven for all things barefoot. I grabbed the signs and hopped in Caleb’s SUV with Josh to get things done. After a couple hiccups and re-contrasting with a brown sharpie, all was well and the first guests meandered in.
The rest of the day was a blur. Barbecued food, boats pulling people on inner tubes, bonfires, worship, white elephant gift exchange (Note: not a white gift elephant exchange. There’s a difference.), not-quite-a-twinkie eating contest, wakeboarding attempts, and stupid dive tricks were just some of the goings on that day. Overall, total success. It wasn’t perfect, but nothing is or ever will be. I thoroughly enjoyed getting the opportunity to be with everyone and just enjoy our time out there. I hope that sentiment ruled the day amongst my cohorts as well.
As I wind down tonight, reflecting on today’s passage of events, I’m happy. As of this morning, my car is now officially paid off, my parents have completed another year of marriage to make it 31 years now, I made online payments for several bills, and traveled to and swam at Foys Lake twice this afternoon. Then I had some good barbecued chicken and burgers tonight after a good portion of Arrested Development. Kung Fu Hustle made an appearance on our TV with some friends and a quick run through the sprinklers in the front yard as our guests were leaving was the icing on the cake.
I wish I had more things to write about that I felt would be properly understood. Not that a bunch of people read my blog or anything, because I’m sure that’s not the case. Writing recaps of the last week’s events is fun and will hold great nostalgia value someday, but it’s not a complete picture. There are simply a few subjects I’m loath to broach in front of potentially the entire internet-enabled world.